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I’m a self proclaimed STARBURST freak. While everyone else in my house :: including Ernie, The Terrorist Puppy :: is a chocolate freak, I prefer anything fruit flavored.
NOTE: Please. Leave me with the delusion that anything fruit flavored is “healthy”.
ALSO NOTE: I do not.. I repeat.. DO NOT.. give my dog chocolate
And although the BAJA collection of flavors is my favorite :: I ate them all yesterday so I couldn’t take a pic of them :: the SOURS run a close second.
FLAVORS:
- Sour Tangerine
- Sour Green Apple
- Sour Strawberry
- Sour Blue Raspberry
Yesterday Chief told me that Bubba’s science teacher called him. Apparently, not only did Bubba have IN SCHOOL detention but also AFTER SCHOOL detention. Bubba said he wasn’t doing it and he left. So the teacher was calling to tell Chief that because of THAT, Bubba will now have TWO after school detentions.
Chief told Bubba that, obviously, him and Bubba’s teacher are in communication so if he doesn’t go to the detentions he will be grounded .. in his room.. until September.
I asked him what about the incident where he said he wasn’t going.. isn’t he going to be punished for that?
Chief said ‘no’ because when he spoke to the teacher last week, there was no after school detention so he doesn’t agree with her just throwing it on at the last minute… but he didn’t tell Bubba that.
Yknow what.. I wouldn’t handle it that way but I’m not getting involved in it.
So when I got home from work yesterday, I had to take Spaz to youth group. I saw one of Bubba’s friends leaving the house as I pulled up and when I went in, there were 4 more in there..
Everything was in disarray… the dog had destroyed a cardboard cup holder that was all over the floor… napkins.. taco bell wrappers .. and the usual stuffed animal stuffing.
I asked him if he was having a party .. motioning towards his friends. He had the usual stupid look on his face and I started cleaning up.
Neither of them are suppose to have friends over unless they ask first and I didn’t know if he had asked his father or not.
Spaz jumped up and started helping me and I told him not to. Bubba was suppose to do it. Spaz will clean up around the house .. usually as I’m pulling up but I don’t care about that .. and Bubba knows that so he’ll leave everything for Spaz to do and that’s not fair to him.
We left .. with Bubba and his friends still in the house .. and as Spaz got into the car he asked me if I was leaving them. I asked him why he would say that and he said because I put up with alot.
Volumes. Spoke volumes.
Anyway.. so I called Chief and told him that I didn’t want it to seem like I’m trying to get Bubba in trouble but he’s in there with all his friends and did he ask permission.
Chief said he did not and that they’re only allowed 1 friend in at a time anyway… I also told him about the house being a wreck and he just sounded exasperated and frustrated.
Welcome to my world, Bucky.
When he got home that night, he told Bubba that neither of them are allowed to have friends in without permission and that he already went through this crap with Weed and he wasn’t going to go through it again.
Bubba finally slept upstairs last night because the weather became alot cooler so this morning when I woke him up, I openned the door to his room and I guess trauma from getting beaten with the belt wore off because his room was a pig sty again.
Spaz’s is just as bad but he has to get it up to par today or he’s not going to the baseball game tomorrow night.
I’m trying to be fair .. and I’m not going to tell Chief about Bubba’s room. He’ll see it tomorrow when he wakes him up for school…
The more I think about it .. the more I really do think all this will be solved if I get laid off because then I’ll be home and will be able to keep more of an eye on things AND on them.
Right now, they both have WAY to much liberty and unfortunately, the time each of us stays away from the house can’t be helped. It’s our means of survival so keep your fingers crossed that I do get laid off and maybe that way the universe can get back to some semblence of order!
.. so yesterday in the oh-so-trying-to-be-upscale work cafeteria, Chili Con Carne was one of the specials.
My girl CeeCee, who I’ve been friendLY with for about 5 years, decides to get a bowl.
NOTE: I say “friendly” because even though we see each other every day.. and have even attended some non-work related functions a few times AND we’re friends on Facebook :: cough cough :: she’s somebody that if I don’t like THAT much to miss her if she decided to ever go away. Harsh? Yea.. but that’s the reality of it.
Anyway.. So Germo-phob CeeCee starts eating her Chili Con Carne and after the second or third spoonful, she pulls out A PIEEEEEEEECE OF PLAAAASSSSTTIICCCC TTTTTHHHHHHHHHHIIIIIIIIISSSSSSSSS LOOONGG!!
Thankfully, I decided to take a later lunch so I missed all the drama.
Anyway.. so CeeCee marches up to THE World’s Best Cashier Ever and shows her what was in her Chili Con Carne. THE World’s Best Cashier Ever tells her that she needs to speak with the cafeteria manager.
The manager offers to replace the Chili Con Carne which CeeCee doesn’t want. She wants her money back. The manager :: who I believe is as nasty as she is because she is a closet lesbian and if she would just come out of the closet I think she would be a much happier.. if not less miserable .. person :: flippantly tells CeeCee that she’s NOT getting her money back and if she doesn’t want ANOTHER Chili Con Carne then she’s going to have to settle for credit and starts walking away.
Not that she was ever giving CeeCee her full attention anyway.
CeeCee is borderline tantrum and says something like “.. I’m never buying anything from here again” to which the miserable in-closet-cafeteria-manager says, “You’ll be back” over her shoulder.
CeeCee WANTED to throw the Chili Con Carne at her … no, actually, what CeeCee WANTED was for my bestest girl Chica to confront the manager. But Chica was like.. it ain’t my chili, CHOO-no?
CeeCee is now on the brink of tears. So what does the Air Force veteran do? She calls her Mommy.
Now I’m all for calling your mom to vent or let loose or get some much needed comfort and You’re-so-rights.. but CeeCee called her mother to ask her to call her FATHER :: who’s office is next to the local L&I branch :: so that he can file a complaint.
Chica was like, “.. oh no chu dih-ant” and CeeCee went on a rant about this whole piece of plastic in the chili thing.
I don’t hear about this until after I come back from lunch. Chica settles in my cube and rehashes everything… wondering when AND IF CeeCee will ever grow up. Just so happens CeeCee also pops in my cube asking me to proof read an email that she was sending to everyone and their third cousin’s neighbor about what happened.
I told her that something like that.. while careless.. does happen and for as much as she and her boyfriend eat out she’d lock herself in a bubble if she knew what went on in restaurant kitchens.
I did, however, agree that the manager could have handled it a hell of a whole lot better so I re-worded her email to focus on the manager’s disposition.
You didn’t happen to get the email yet, did you? Because I know for a fact that the only TWO people she DIDN’T include are God and Obama.. and that’s because their inboxes were full.
Come to think of it though.. this seems JUST the thing for Joe Biden to handle!!
I haven’t heard this song in a LONG time.. this is the song that from the very second I heard it, reminded me of Chief:
Everytime I hear it I get a cheesy grin on my face … except if things aren’t going so good… then I cry.
ME: Hey, they settled the whole Project Runway this. It’s coming back on! WHEEE!!
CHIEF: oh. yah!
ME: You like that show
CHIEF: Um. No, I don’t think so.
ME: Yes. YOU. DO!
CHIEF: Noooooo, I absolutely do not.
ME: OMG. YOU DO! It’s the with HEIDI KLUM!
CHIEF: Who’s Heidi Klum?
ME: (( eye roll )) The one you have lesbian porn fantasies about??
CHIEF: Oh. Yea. I like that show.
As a member of the Cute Girl Sisterhood, I pledge to follow the Rules when wearing sandals and other open-toe shoes:
- I promise to always wear sandals that fit. My toes will not hang over and touch the ground, nor will my heels spill over the backs. And the sides and tops of my feet will not pudge out between the straps.
- I will go polish-free or vow to keep the polish fresh, intact and chip-free. I will not cheat and just touch up my big toe.
- I will sand down any mounds of skin before they turn hard and yellow.
- I will shave the hairs off my big toe.
- I won’t wear pantyhose even if my misinformed girlfriend, coworker, mother, sister tells me the toe seam really will stay under my toes if I tuck it there.
- If a strap breaks, I won’t duct-tape, pin, glue or tuck it back into place hoping it will stay put. I will get my shoe fixed or toss it.
- I will not live in corn denial; rather I will lean on my good friend Dr. Scholl’s if my feet need him.
- I will resist the urge to buy jelly shoes at Payless for the low, low price of $4.99 even if my feet are small enough to fit into the kids’ sizes. This is out of concern for my safety, and the safety of others. No one can walk properly when standing in a pool of sweat and I would hate to take someone down with me as I fall and break my ankle.
- I will take my toe ring off toward the end of the day if my toes swell and begin to look like Vienna sausages.
- I will be brutally honest with my girlfriend/sister/coworker when she asks me if her feet are too ugly to wear sandals. Someone has to tell her that her toes are as long as my fingers and no sandal makes creepy feet look good.
- I will promise if I wear flip flops that I will ensure that they actually flip and flop, making the correct noise while walking and I will swear NOT to slide or drag my feet while wearing them.
- I will promise to go to my local nail salon at least once per season and have a real pedicure (they are about $25 or $35 and worth EVERY penny).
- I will promise to throw away any white/off-white sandals that show signs of wear… nothing is tackier than dirty white sandals..
And my personal pet peeve:
Ladies… PLEASE get rid of the sandals that have a dirty foot print left on the inside OR if they are just TOO CUTE to throw away, please DO NOT take them off around other people!!
.. a few weeks ago I was listening to a Joel Osteen sermon where he said that nothing is impossible when it comes to God and that all we had to do was pray for what we wanted and eventually .. eventually .. God will grant it to you.
He used the example of his mother wanting a swimming pool and for years his father wouldn’t permit it but his mother continued to make plans for a pool. One day YEARS later, a couple traveled all the way from somewhere to attend his father’s service. Afterwards, the couple approached Joel’s parents and told them how much he had changd their lives and to show their gratitude, they were gifting the Osteen’s with a built in pool since that was the business this man owned.
The power of God.
He used another example of a little girl who wanted a kitten. Her mother resisted but the girl persisted. In asperation, the mother told the girl that if God gave her a kitten she could keep it.
According to Joel, the little girl went out to the yard and knelt in the grass and prayed to God for a kitten. All of a sudden, a kitten dropped from the sky.
The power of God.
No kidding. This was his story.
Apparently the kitten was stuck in a tree down the street and the neighbor who was trying to get it out hitched a rope to the trunk of the tree and used his car to bend it down. The rope broke.. the kitten went flying… and there’s your story.
Don’t get me wrong. I like catching Joel Osteen. His fire and brimstone is more like a lighter and bbq briquette but the important thing is the core message.
This thing though with God giving you what you ask for.. well, I’ll just say that God answers all your prayers. Just sometime the answer is NO.
Which makes sense because HE knows far better then I do about what I need or want.
But I got to thinking earlier this morning about this whole situation with me and Chief and the kids and Weed and what kind of life I have now and how different it is from what it used to be and how much lower the bar is and I started questioning if what we have is real .. or if it’s a case of it is what it is or .. having someone is better then not having anyone and the “starting” over would be way too much trouble… especially now with the store there is no way HE could handle both the house and store on what the store is making and is that reason enough to just put up with me?
I know it seems like I’ve done a ‘Bama Flip Flop regarding my though process to me and Chief’s relationship but yknow, my feeling is if that I question things to this degree maybe I’m not where I’m suppose to be.
I do believe that things happen for a reason that only God knows… and that people are put in your life for a purpose but how do you know it’s right? How do I know that this is where I belong? How do I know that Chief is the person that I’m suppose to be with? How do I know if I’m suppose to leave or stay?
In other words, when do you stop trying to force a square peg in a round hole? Or how do you recognize that that is exactly what you are doing?
This is my twist.
I’m not looking for answers. I’m just using this right now to try and sort things in my head. Alot has been going on the last few days .. things that I may or may not post. It’s difficult try and communicate with someone that shuts down at the mere mention of anything unpleasant… it’s difficult feeling as though your relationship has turned into the same kind of thing that you spent 18 years trying to get out of.. it’s difficult coming to the realization that your relationship is not anything near where you thought it was and it’s damn, damn difficult losing your dream and your hopes.
Ok.. Rock of Love and Bret Michaels’ tv seasonal quest for true love is my dirty little secret.
Bret himself is like a train wreck. I mean, not for nothing but I can sorta understand the hair extensions for someone who was known for his long flowing locks back in the 80’s.
Hey, we all get older but as much as I think Jon Bon Jovi is a joke :: and don’t believe the hype, a nasty person. That from personal experience mind you :: at least he has come to terms with his age and hair.
I can even ALMOST put up with his eyeliner.. I understand all about television and lights and having to use makeup to avoid being washed out on camera.
But the EYESHADOW? I mean… EYESHADOW. And very NOTICEABLE eyeshadow. Not something to give definition or for the camera.
This was BROWN SHIMMERY EYESHADOW. Like the kind I wear.
I mean.. come on. Really? Say it ain’t so!
Anyway.. so for the finale, Bret had to choose between Mindy and Taya.
Mindy is a home town gal with a rocking body and a little bit of a devil to her… baptized in muddy water if you will.
NOTE: That’s a line from Toby Keith’s “God Love Her”. Love it.
Taya is :: let us not forget after being told a million times :: a Penthouse Pet of the Year, a singer, a stripper :: oops sorry, “feature” dancer :: and to me, the incarnation of Scarlet O’Hara.
Bret picked Taya. Of course. I mean, come on. Did anyone NOT see that coming? But I think Mindy would have been a better choice.
According to Bret, his problem with Mindy is that she would get into funks and wasn’t a very good communicator.
I think he only got the surface and he needs to go back and watch the shows to really find out what was going on.
Come on Ladies.. you all know how it feels to like someone who likes someone else.
Anyway.. I don’t anticipate Bret being with Taya for long. Especially because this is just about the only think Bret has going for him and I’m sure he’ll put out another album by next season!
Sorry, but I’m definately TEAM MINDY on this one!
Yesterday Chief tells me that Weed came into the store asking if he could take a shower at the house.
Chief tells him that because of Weed, the doors and windows are now locked and he (Chief) doesn’t have a key.
NOTE: Spaz lost both HIS key and Chief’s so now only Bubba and I have keys
Supposedly :: and I say that because I wasn’t there :: he also asked Weed how he expected to waltz in the store and expect Chief to forgive him for what he put .. and is putting .. us through. He asked him if he went back to school yet.. he asked him if he got a job yet?
According to Weed, he’s been trying. Putting applications around.
NOTE: Funny .. and I said this to Chief .. Zep put an application in at the area mega-convenience store and he got a job right away and Weed and Zep have the same experience when it comes to deli work. The only difference is is that Zep WANTS to work.
Weed asked if Chief wanted to know WHY he needed to take a shower and that the Crack Whore Prima Donna Of The Gutter is being a bitch.
Chief said that he probably trashes her place the same way he trashed ours. Weed apparently got pissed.. said “never mind” and walked out.
I asked Chief if he DID have a key to the house would have have let Weed take a shower.
He said he wouldn’t because he doesn’t trust him anymore.
I’m not sure I believe him. I’m not sure if someone was home he wouldn’t have let him.
I know one thing. I don’t want him in my house. At all. Not to stay, not to visit, not to use the bathroom.
I’ve been mulling this over most of the night and I think it’s going to lead to another blow out with Chief.
There are certain things that are out of his control :: like his son being a theifing junkie drug dealer :: but there are other things that he can’t fix :: like his son being a theifing junkie drug dealer :: no matter how much he wants to.
I’m not sure how much he will forgive but what he has to remember is that he wasn’t the only one affected by Weed’s actions. I was too and I think he forgets that there are alot of things that we aren’t on the same page on.
I may bend.. alot.. but there are some things that I have to stick up for myself on and this is one of them.
… chalk one up for either the heat or I don’t know what but last night I had a pretty vivid dream of Pete Wentz / Ashlee Simpson and their baby.
No! Not that kind of dream!! :: get your minds out of the gutters, piglet! :: It was the kind of dream that FEELS like it’s lasting for HOURS and was just.. yknow.. vivid.
Wierd, I know. I mean, I am a FALL OUT BOY fan and really nothing beyond that so I’m not sure I know where this came from.
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